Love, in a slumber beside me in my peach blanket. Orange pineapple juice on the nightstand beside him. He has me sleep on the inside so I can't get up all hours of the night. We have the flu.
Summer seen, describe
Soon enough, when I have the time
Secret beach I gathered from a memory with my mother, as a young girl she brought me there when it was lawfully nude. A convoluted dirt path enclosed with Purpleleaf Sand Cherry trees, then you reach an opening of Arkose sand that offers two avenues of choice within the tall grasses. Wide enough only for one person at a time, allusive Peter Pan, we watched for snakes, pushed grass out of our faces - glorious secret. There was a single sailboat in the water above sting rays and other assorted Elasmobranchii. We laid down our blanket, undressed, and rested beside each other. Quiet. It was early August, just after lunch on a Sunday. I told him I love him, and we fell asleep.